Poem August 9, 1975 Issue

HOSPITALITY

I. Jocelyn Birch

I cannot offer you gracious living
As the world understands these things.
My house is not filled with priceless treasures,
Nor can I prepare for you exotic dishes
And serve them with elegance and sophistication.
I do not have these skills.

But when you come to the door of my thought,
I will welcome you in,
And will light for you
My candle of inspiration.

I will break with you the bread of Truth.
I will show you all I have seen
Of the matchless beauty of Soul,
And we will speak of the perfection
Of Mind's ideas.

Most of all, I will enfold you in love,
And I will send you forth again
Surrounded by angels.

I. Jocelyn Birch

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